Pre-Soak

"Krycek, we're gonna need Scully on this."

Of course we are, Mulder. You need her on everything. You probably can't even take a trip to the restroom without wishing she was there to tuck you back in.

Krycek didn't say any of this, of course, and just nodded.

"She should be done with classes this late. I'll give her a call and tell her to expect you." Mulder turned back to the casefile, dismissing his junior partner and chewing pensively on the end of his Bic.

Krycek watched for a moment, his eyes filling with a gleam he didn't ever let Mulder see. Part 'Goddamn it, don't order me around like I'm your fucking dog,' and part 'I can think of better uses for that hungry mouth of yours, Foxy.'

"Okay," he replied instead, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair. He slipped his arms into the ill-fitting sleeves and shrugged it up over his shoulders, mourning the absence of his favorite leathers. Playing the dorkwad junior fibbie played hell with his keen fashion sense.

He pulled up in front of Scully's apartment feeling the bile rise up in his throat. He had so many reasons to hate this bitch, the biggest one being that Mulder loved her. He's supposed to be learning to trust and depend on me for things like this...not still be pining after his old partner and treating me like a personal assistant. What's so fucking special about her, anyway? She's dry, boring, short, and wardrobe-challenged. She probably never took a risk in her whole fucking life.

He wondered if he was gonna have to get out of the car and go to her door like some stupid prom date, but was relieved to see movement at the window, followed by lights being turned out. He watched her carefully lock her door and walk down the steps toward his fleet sedan. He made no move to open the door for her, and she didn't act like she expected it. She slid in and meticulously fastened her seatbelt, her lips pursed with icy resolve. She didn't look at him.

He narrowed his eyes, studying her profile for a moment, then turned back to the windshield and pulled out into traffic.

"So, Agent Scully," he said, attempting polite conversation.

She turned her head and looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

He turned back to the road with a sigh. So much for small talk. Fucking bitch. He drummed his fingers on the wheel as he drove, irritated that he was letting his discomfort show, but aware that if he didn't let it out somehow, the tension would make him sick to his stomach.

At least she's not in one of her undertaker suits. He looked at the road, then surreptitiously let his gaze cut sideways, taking her in. She was so small, but she seemed to take up more than her allowed portion of personal energy. She was in a soft wool skirt and a cardigan sweater. A very low-cut cardigan, Krycek realized with a twitch of his eyebrows. Is she even wearing a bra?!

He put his eyes back on the road and a scowl curled his lips. Slut. She's just gagging for it. She wore that to get Mulder to look at her as more than just a source of consultation. You little shalava. You are *so* out of your league. At the thought of Mulder choosing between the two of them, ice princess extraordinaire or the dirtiest lover he's ever not expected, Alex's lips curved into a slight grin. 'I can show you things you've never even fantasized, Foxy.' He imagined himself throwing his senior partner down on a desk and ripping his suit off, fucking him senseless to the sounds of 'Alex, oh Alex, fuck me harder...god yeah, Alex...' His groin tightened uncomfortably and his eyes closed briefly for a moment, savoring the flash of deep warmth.

"Krycek!"

"Fuck!" He wrenched the wheel to the left, narrowly avoiding a collision with a parked car, then overcorrected to the right, running them into a pile of wooden crates full of rotten vegetables with a spectacular crash.

Moments passed with only the ticking of the cooling engine breaking the silence in the car. Alex said nothing, swallowing hard and staring at the slimy cabbages decorating the hood of the FBI- issue vehicle. Fuck. And in front of Little Miss Priss, no less. I am never fucking going to live this down. He didn't look at her. He heard her breathing, then finally realized she might be hurt.

"Are you okay?" His voice was choked and low.

"Yes." Hers was brisk. "You?"

"Um...yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that." I can't believe I'm apologizing to Dana Fucking Scully. Shoot me now. He looked over at her cautiously, from under his lashes. She was breathing hard, and his gaze immediately fell to her deep v-neck, where the curves of the tops of her breasts were pushing just slightly up out of the soft knit with each deep breath. He stared for a moment, then realized he was doing so and darted his eyes back up to her face. Which was staring at him in amazed disdain.

"If you're finished ogling me, maybe we can find out how much damage you've done to this vehicle," she bit out icily.

Alex turned back to the windshield. Fuck. Busted. It's always my fucking libido. The one thing that's my undoing. It's gonna get me killed someday, I just know it. All the training and knowledge just dribbled out his ears when he got aroused, and Alex Krycek was almost always in a perpertual state of arousal, especially since being assigned to double-cross Foxy-Boy Mulder. He sighed harshly, then wordlessly opened his car door and got out to assess the damage.

Three broken wooden crates were scattered on and around the hood of the car, and the air was filled with the gagging scent of decaying vegetables. The dark green slime of the cabbages contrasted quite disgustingly with the beige of the car. But the good news was that there didn't seem to be any dents and very few barely noticeable scratches gracing the paint. But *man* did that car need washed. He coughed back the gag reflex, and breathing through his mouth, carefully moved the boxes from the car without messing up his hands or J.C. Penney's suit, then climbed back into the driver's seat.

"Looks okay." He looked down into his lap, avoiding her gaze.

"That's good."

"Um...know of a good carwash around here?" he asked, looking sideways at her.

She sighed, put-out. He clenched his jaw but said nothing.

"Yes, there's a full-service drive-through just around that corner," she finally answered, using her chin to indicate the direction he should drive.

He nodded and backed out of the mess carefully, then pulled into traffic.

They were just pulling up behind a long line of cars waiting for a wash when she spoke again.

"So, mind telling me *why* we just collided with last month's salad bar, Agent Krycek?"

"I got distracted." He stared down at his knuckles, white with the tension of gripping the wheel.

"Uh huh," she said, pursing her lips again. Alex narrowed his eyes, watching her scrutinize him from the corner of his eye. She was even wearing deep red lipstick, the tramp. Probably planning to talk Mulder into a blowjob as soon as she could get rid of his annoying new partner. If anyone blows Foxy, Red, it's gonna be Special Agent Alex "Suck Me Off, Baby" Krycek. Once he's had this mouth he'll forget all about your pouty little puss. Looking back at her from the corner of his eye, he did have to admit that it was a good color on her, that red, and those lips did have a certain blowjob fantasy quality to them. He felt himself swell again and shifted in his seat.

"You're priceless, you know that?" she said in a smug tone that made Alex want to slap her.

"What?" he snapped, irritated. The car inched forward, now just one vehicle away from getting the slime scrubbed away.

"It's just so obvious you want him, Krycek." She turned and looked out the front windshield, daring him to disagree.

"Me??" he cried in surprise. "Look at your blowjob-red lipstick and your 'Hey, look at my tits' v-necked sweater, *Agent* Scully. Is that really the way a partner dresses to do consultation on a case?" He turned and looked at her, eyebrows raised in defiance.

He watched the blush creep over her chest, neck and face, starting under that little sweater. Yeah, called you on that one, didn't I, Scully?

"I didn't expect him to call. I was just...getting ready to go out."

Alex snorted. "Yeah, right. Like either of you have any kind of life outside of each other. Please."

Scully turned in her seat, interested now. "So...you're saying..." she stopped and turned back to the windshield quickly.

"No, Scully," he answered her unspoken question tiredly. "He isn't fucking anyone else." Not even me.

"Not even you?" Damn, she's as spooky as Mulder!

The carwash buzzer sounded, signalling that it was their turn to go through. Alex swallowed hard and accelerated slowly, willing himself to breathe. He waited until the water covered their car, creating a misty, cool, low-lit cave inside, then turned to her.

"No, I'm not fucking him, Scully. But I damn well should be."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Scully turned in her seat fully now, challenging him in the dark cool air. He turned to face her, too, watching the shadows of the water making imaginary journeys down her face and shoulders and...she was breathing hard, her chest heaving just beneath the edge of that sweater.

"What I mean, Scully, is that I know what he needs. You don't."

He watched her eyebrows arch angrily, then her blue eyes turned to ice and narrowed, staring a beam right through his own. "I think I know more than you think I do about what he needs, Alex."

"Alex, is it? Okay, Dana. If you think your sweet little, hard- to-get, put-me-on-a-pedestal routine is gonna get him in your pants, you go for it. Me, I think Mulder would prefer the direct approach."

She stared at him, her red-painted lips pursed again, considering. The blue brushes whipped against the sides of the car, shaking and rocking them in the watery silence.

"Direct approach." He watched her eyes slowly take him in from face to crotch and back again. He swallowed painfully and felt himself harden even more. "You think I can't do the direct approach?" she challenged, reaching down and unfastening her seatbelt.

Alex breathed rapidly, the wet air cooling his face but doing nothing to assuage the heat in his crotch. This was not a Scully he had *ever* expected to see. Her eyes had gone from ice-blue to a deep, burning indigo and her little pink tongue darted out against her full bottom lip as she dared him to answer.

"No," he breathed out, heavily. "I don't." He was actually rapidly losing any doubts about that he'd originally had, but he also knew that a challenge might be just the thing to push Dana Scully over the edge he was desperately hoping she was on.

"Fuck you, Krycek," she said, and pounced. Her little hands deftly unfastened his belt and pants, and he just leaned back against the seat, his hands held out to the sides, mouth open in thrilled shock as she reached in and none-too-gently yanked out his throbbing erection. His world spun out of balance as he felt the seat sliding backward, and he realized that she had reached beneath them and released the lever, pushing the seat away from the wheel as far as it would go, giving her easy access. Then he felt himself falling backward and realized she had used the side lever to recline the seat. And he hadn't even caught his breath!

He didn't get the chance as he watched those crimson lips open and descend over the end of his cock, tongue working in tight little circles.

"FFffuuuck!" he gasped out, grabbing her thick red hair in both hands as her head began to bob in his lap, her lips and tongue working in hard concert to drive him insane.

She moaned against his flesh and he thought he could feel her smug smile as she sucked and flicked her tongue against the very sensitive underside of his cockhead.

"Ohhnngod, Scully!" He groaned, unable to do anything but just exist in the wet heat of her mouth.

She pulled off him with a loud smack, licking her lips. He lifted his head off the seat, letting his hands slide from her head to the seat beside him. She glared into his eyes and he stared back, mouth open and trying to draw air. Without taking her eyes off him she hiked up her skirt and pushed down her panties and hose, picking them up with graceful thumb and forefinger and dropping them on the floor to her side. Alex looked from her swollen, smeared lips, to her bared thighs, to her eyes which were focused in on him like a tractor beam.

She slowly climbed into his lap and he slid down a little to give her room. He was speechless and unable to think about anything but being deep inside that hot little, powerful little, pissed little body. She paused, and he could feel the soft hairs of her sex tickle the tip of his dick.

"Smug little shit," she said, and lowered herself down on him with a throaty groan.

Stars exploded behind Alex's eyelids and he threw his head against the seat and groaned, open-mouthed, as her tight heat squeezed him all the way down. So. Fucking. Hot. He opened his eyes as he felt her little nails digging into his pecs as she arranged herself. Her eyes were closed, her lips barely parted as she panted, letting herself adjust to his flesh inside her. He watched her face as the light around them changed, the rinse cycle beginning. SHIT! They didn't have a lot of time here.

Scully seemed to realize it at the same moment and she began grinding in circles against him, leaning foward, mouth open.

Alex grabbed her small hips and tried hard not to ram her down on his dick, letting her retain control of the fuck. He slid his hands up under the sweater and found that, as he had suspected, there was nothing but sweet, hot Scullyflesh beneath that little sweater. As his thumbs brushed over stiff nipples, his hips bucked up hard and Scully cried out and began fucking him more quickly.

"Fucking little self-centered...OOohhhgod..." she said, as he pinched her nipples, raising his hips to meet her on each downthrust. Alex couldn't think of anything to say back so he just groaned and pushed himself as deeply as he could, feeling his orgasm approaching fast.

"I think..." gasped Scully, "...that this..." she continued, ramming herself down onto Krycek's cock, making him grunt desperately, "...is what Mulder neeeeeeeds..." she finished, grinding herself against his pelvis, leaning hard into his hands, which were pressing and stroking and pulling her nipples.

Alex regained his breath for a scant moment as the wax cycle began. "Yeah well *I*..." he thrust up hard, and Scully cried out, "...think *this*..." he thrust up again, pinching her nipples, "...is what *Mulder*..." another thrust, "...*needs*..." he circled his hips with the next thrust and Scully sobbed, swaying forward, as he trailed one hand down her belly to plant his thumb firmly against her clit. "...you little *BITCH*!" he spat, circling fast and hard on her clit as he rammed himself up into her.

"Ahhhhhh!!..." Scully yelled, raking her nails down his chest and making him grateful he hadn't had time to remove his shirt. He watched her small body shake and shudder and writhe as she came, her body clutching and clenching and squeezing at his pulsing cock. He lost it himself, his hips jolting against hers, spurting deeply inside her, his mouth open in a long, silent gasp.

They were still connected, breathing hard, as they heard the buzzer that signalled it was time to pull the car forward for the drying cycle. Scully climbed off Krycek quickly but carefully, and snatched her underwear up off the floor, pulling it on quickly, then stepping her bare feet into her little pumps. Krycek quickly tucked his sticky cock back into his pants and zipped up, stuffing his shirt in sloppily, and adjusting his seat into an upright position once more. He watched Scully roll her pantyhose into a neat little ball and push them into her briefcase. He snickered.

"Bite me," said Scully, rubbing her thighs together, pulling her skirt down then crossing her legs tightly, fastening her seatbelt again.

The buzzer sounded again and Krycek stepped on the gas a little too forcefully, jerking them forward onto the lever that activated the fans. As the hot air blasted against the car, once again rocking it side to side, Scully smoothed her hair back into place and reapplied her lipstick. Pressing her lips together to evenly distribute the color, she took a deep breath.

"That was *not* about you, Krycek."

Alex narrowed his eyes, thinking it over. "Yeah, well it wasn't about you either, Red," he spat back. "Although if I'd known you could give head that good, I'd have considered it."

Scully snorted and adjusted herself in her seat. "You wouldn't have had a chance," she said coldly, looking out the front of the car.

Yeah, not against Mulder. Alex sighed, pulling the car away from the car wash and out into traffic. They didn't say another word to one another the rest of the way to the Hoover building, avoiding each other's glances as they walked up to the basement office door to help Mulder with his case.

Oh MY, what a naughty little Dana Scully! No, this is NOT the end of this little tale, but rather than make you wait for the whole thing, I thought I'd tease you with this part. Wanna strangle me now? Okay, fair enough, just let me know.